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By freakshow3

they say there is a time for everything, a time to live, a time to die, a time to smile, a time to cry, a time to laugh, a time to moarn, a time to watch a child be born. there is a time in every life, where the clock begins to die, and all the timing fades away, waiting for a voice to say, " the modern world has been set free, from everything we used to be. the birds may sing and light the sky, the petals fall, the flowers die, and still i am joyed from being set free, of everything we used to be".

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